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Any Part of Me
I’d like to walk with you out of reality.
I am gonna take you to the next galaxy;
up the milky way;
N;
We’ll swoon between calling each other lover;
We’ll understand each other as we,
Rest upon a straw-berry moon.
We will sway as we say shit like;
“babe, we swing from the tip of the sun
and we won’t come down ’till we cum”
As it should be so,
‘Cause I feed off you,
you feed off me;
Tee to the tee- and into the hole!
I’m nothing but sensual,
nothing but a hard person to get close too;
But when close,
I caress like I was a lover that has been there forever.
Life’s full of weak promises;
Isn’t it?
I hate that about life;
I’m too tired and spent too do weak promises;
life’s too short,
I know in reality,
promises get broken
but until then,
we can talk each other blue in the face;
and
if we got bored of each other,
Giant sea turtles will come take us back home.
My fingers aren’t so fast,
My hands are deep; can’t keep up,
Sometimes;
So instead I’ll use my mouth,
my tongue, my lips;
They know just how to create –
then push those buttons
that need pushing.
Yep my imagination totally spun out of control on that thought
Time will slow,
everything will whisper;
then pulsate
as I try to hear –
Nothing more than your imagination unreeling;
static –
silence is –
is all that is reverberating;
leaving nothing but your whispered words that
slowly seeped from sweet lips….
when you said
“That’s actually beautiful”
That line makes me want to whisper;
A trail of thoughts across your skin,
as you try to hear above
the sensation of my lips touching you.
I’ts not fair you have me here;
Vibrating,
off the intentions of intended words;
Imagining myself; so lucky;
To be so close to your lips:
On
any part of me.
I am gonna take you to the next galaxy;
up the milky way;
N;
We’ll swoon between calling each other lover;
We’ll understand each other as we,
Rest upon a straw-berry moon.
We will sway as we say shit like;
“babe, we swing from the tip of the sun
and we won’t come down ’till we cum”
As it should be so,
‘Cause I feed off you,
you feed off me;
Tee to the tee- and into the hole!
I’m nothing but sensual,
nothing but a hard person to get close too;
But when close,
I caress like I was a lover that has been there forever.
Life’s full of weak promises;
Isn’t it?
I hate that about life;
I’m too tired and spent too do weak promises;
life’s too short,
I know in reality,
promises get broken
but until then,
we can talk each other blue in the face;
and
if we got bored of each other,
Giant sea turtles will come take us back home.
My fingers aren’t so fast,
My hands are deep; can’t keep up,
Sometimes;
So instead I’ll use my mouth,
my tongue, my lips;
They know just how to create –
then push those buttons
that need pushing.
Yep my imagination totally spun out of control on that thought
Time will slow,
everything will whisper;
then pulsate
as I try to hear –
Nothing more than your imagination unreeling;
static –
silence is –
is all that is reverberating;
leaving nothing but your whispered words that
slowly seeped from sweet lips….
when you said
“That’s actually beautiful”
That line makes me want to whisper;
A trail of thoughts across your skin,
as you try to hear above
the sensation of my lips touching you.
I’ts not fair you have me here;
Vibrating,
off the intentions of intended words;
Imagining myself; so lucky;
To be so close to your lips:
On
any part of me.
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